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Rafe Orú
SUB-ACCOUNT
► @Rafe
AGE
► 27
SPECIES
► Nelvaanian
HEIGHT
► 3.15 m (10' 4")
WEIGHT
► 181 Kg (399 lbs)
EYE COLOR
► Black
HAIR COLOR
► Black
HOMEWORLD
► N/A
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► The Five Syndicates
► The Pyke Syndicate Leader
RANK
► Syndicate Boss
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No
- Biography
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Rafe was not born on Nelvaan, the homeworld of his species, in fact he was born in transit on board a small freighter. A month prior to his birth his mother, aunt, and five of his adolescent cousins took to the skies following the deaths of his father and uncle in a skirmish on their homeworld. For the first eight months of his life he and his family lived on board that freighter, his mother and aunt running odd jobs mostly centered around freight hauling to keep the pack fed, and the ship running.
The second in a long series of unfortunate events that make up Rafe's life would occur only eight months into his life. The perils of life in the outer rim were no secret to anyone, and those who made their way there usually knew the risks. As is the tradition for small unguarded ships, particularly freighters, they were set upon by savage corsairs. The specifics of the events that followed are lost to the deepest recesses of Rafe's mind, hardly old enough to recall anything yet, he was left alive, though none of the others in his pack were as lucky as he. The hull emptied, and the rest of the ship ransacked, Rafe lay on his mothers bed as the pirates fled the scene in their own ship.
For five days the small freighter drifted aimlessly though the abyss of space, his family members bodies rotting on the floors while Rafe starved nearly to death. If not for technology, Rafe's story would have ended there, the short range distress signal was still active, the equivalent of lighting a bonfire while marooned on an island, and what would almost seem like divine intervention brought a ship whose hyperspace calculations were just off enough to bring it almost within view of Rafe's family ship.
The man Rafe would grow to know as his father was of Mandalorian stock, and a devote follower of "The Way," even to this day Rafe has no inkling what his father's face looked like, though he is almost certain he was human, or at the very least near human. For sixteen years Rafe, the young foundling, was raised to respect the history of Mandalore, trained in their traditions, and honed his skills in the art of combat on all platforms. Rafe grew to impressive size, the taint of the mutation was thick on his fathers side of his bloodline, though the history and culture of his species' homeworld was foreign and unknown to him, along with his natural size, and his adopted lifestyle Rafe became somewhat startling to behold, especially since Rafe was the only non-near-human Mandalorian that he'd ever known, though that did not stop him from being respected as he grew up beside his adopted father. Life, it seemed, was good. That was, of course, until fate stepped in to tell Rafe his place was elsewhere..
It was a routine job on Tatooine for the father son bounty hunter duo, one that would leave a lasting sense of paranoia in Rafe for the reat of his life, Rafe had been charged with returning the landspeeder they had rented from a local moisture farmer while his father took the target back to the ship. Upon returning to their ship, Rafe discovered the charred remains of machine, their target gone, and his father dead in the still burning hold. He wasn't permitted any time with his grief, as moments later Rafe was set upon by the crew that worked for the slaver target they had, more than two dozen men. Rafe fought, and he fought hard, brining down more than half of them before he was subdued.. dam stun rods and Neuronic whips..
Rafe would wake up a short time later, covered in chains, restrained, and locked in a metal box, his stature forcing the slavers to take great precaution it seemed. Naturally he was stripped of his gear, and his helmet.. after a few days trapped in the box, he was transported, to this day he's not sure where, but the destination was hot.. He'd been sold into some sort of gladiatorial slave ring. Rafe would be lying even today if he didn't admit he sometimes missed the simplicity of the years that would follow, his sole purpose to fight, eat, and make use of consorts provided by his owner. Multiple fights a week, Rafe would reliably win over and over his size and strength, coupled with his mandalorian training putting his opponents at a severe disadvantage against him. It was probably four or five years Rafe remained in this world, never really seeking his freedom, the life provided for him here was comfortable enough. Once again, though the circumstances may not have been perfect, Rafe found himself happy for a time, he may not have been "free" persay, but he had everything he needed, was treated well, and got to do what he enjoyed pretty often. Though he had pretty much abandoned "The Way" at this point due to his lack of appropriate headgear, Rafe still trained regularly.
The Sector Rangers... a great annoyance in his life, they busted in, took down his master, and the guards, and freed the salves. It seemed Rafe again, was free, though with a notable purpose void left in his life. Sure the Sector Rangers had freed him, but then they just left the lot of them creditless and stranded on Kuat. Confused about how to proceed, Rafe landed a putz job at the KDY, though he'd only work there for a few months, which was for the best as fabrication work, and starship repair was not his strong point... Thankfully his appearance would land him favor with the seedy types around Kuat, and he hitched on with a band of pirates.
Rafe looked at it differently than most would in his position, he did not curse the pirates, or the slavers of his past, but rather his family, and himself for being weak enough to succumb to them. In his mind, if you cannot protect yourself, you deserve what's coming to you.
He enjoyed the work, and began learning to pilot, a task someone else had always done for him, though he had a contemptible hatred for his captain. The man was a disrespectful shite of a Rodian, and mostly deserved the mutiny Rafe pulled off less than a year into joining the crew. Most of the former captain's crew would stay on after the mutiny, though over the course of the next three years would slowly begin to phase out and be replaced.
Piracy fit Rafe well, and the income it provided fit him even better, the years of it building him up to be a very reliable pilot, and a great leader among his current crew, which had at this point almost become more like a family.
Though he had always operated in their world, Rafe had only recently begun work under the Five Syndicates, their promises of higher payouts, and better connections boding well with Rafe and his crew, though he was the captain, they operated more like a democracy within the ship, each crewmember having a single vote for most matters of importance.
- Personality
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Rafe is not a mystery, it's credits he wants, riches and firepower are what he lusts after. That said, he does still posses a moral code from his Mandalorian upbringing, and there are lines he won't cross..
Though level headed, Rafe enjoys the thrill of battle, and wouldn't turn down a chance at a scrap if one presented itself.
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